ANT. Hanged, sweetheart? Prithee, be 170 quiet. Hanged, quoth-a, that's a merry conceit,
with all my heart. Why, thou jok'st, Nacky; thou
art given to joking, I'll swear. Well, I protest,
Nacky -- nay, I must protest, and will protest that I love joking dearly, man. And I love thee for 175 joking, and I'll kiss thee for joking, and touse thee
for joking -- and odd, I have a devilish mind to
take thee aside about that business for joking, too --
odd, I have! and (sings) Hey then, up go we, dum dum derum dump. 180

JAFF. Final destruction seize on all the world!
Bend down, ye heavens, and shutting round this
earth,
Crush the vile globe into its first confusion;
Scorch it with elemental flames to one curst cinder,And all us little creepers in't, called men, 5 Burn, burn to nothing: but let Venice burn
Hotter than all the rest: here kindle hell
Ne'er to extinguish, and let souls hereafter
Groan here, in all those pains which mine feels now.

BELV. Then be the next my doom.
I see thou hast passed my sentence in thy heart,
And I'll no longer weep or plead against it,
But with the humblest, most obedient patience
Meet thy dear hands, and kiss 'em when they wound me; 20 Indeed I am willing, but I beg thee do it
With some remorse; and where thou giv'st the blow,
View me with eyes of a relenting love,
And show me pity, for 'twill sweeten justice.

JAFF. Show pity to thee?

BELV. Yes, and when thy hands, 25 Charged with my fate, come trembling to the deed,
As thou hast done a thousand, thousand dear times
To this poor breast, when kinder rage has brought
thee,

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